I opened my front door yesterday to see if there may have been anything on the front stoop, and lo and behold, there was a coyote on the neighbour’s lawn. A bored, completely at ease coyote, not at all concerned about a wide-eyed man with his hair sticking straight up, and blinking like a Bedouin in a sandstorm.

We hear the coyotes howl at night, so we know they're close by, but this one could have been our paperboy, for all I know. He sure didn’t give a fig about cars going by, or that our neighbourhood has a distinct apparent shortage of roadrunners.

I quietly beckoned for Mrs. That Dan Guy to come over, and see for herself. As in “COME OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!! OMIGOD!!!!!!”

She was amazed.

I think the coyote picked up on my discombobulation, because before I could run down and get our camera fished out and ready, he decided to check other homes, for say…cats sleeping and unaware, or lap dogs out for a morning piddle.

This is our life, folks. Non-stop daily drama…

Chow for now!